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I’m running out of time. I won’t call her. I could tell her it’s inappropriate once she gets here. Ishouldtell her it’s inappropriate, that her one-night-stand-who-wanted-so-much-more isn’t the right doctor to examine her.
I really should.
But as she walks through the door to my clinic, I can’t.
Prue strides inside, one elegant step after the other like an angel gliding on air.
She doesn’t notice me right away, focusing on Vienna, and I leverage that.
My eyes scan her, every inch of her. Her thick hair is tamed into a high bun on the top of her head. Her face is bare of heavy makeup other than mascara and deep brown lipstick.
She reaches over to scratch the spot where I sucked on her skin. My mark that’s hidden under a simple red and white striped T-shirt, while she hid her bruised neck with a cream-colored scarf.
My curiosity piques as I take in the rest of her, the blue jeans and her Vans sneakers.
What does she do in the plastic surgery clinic across the hall? I want to grab her and force her to tell me everything.
“Ms. Bishop.” I hear Vienna as if she’s talking from another universe. “If you’d just fill out this form before you walk in…”
Hell no. I refuse to get any other piece of information about her from another source.
I needherto tell me. Need her full lips and silk-like voice to confide in me.
And with this realization, another one settles in.
I can’t turn her away.
I purposefully choose to ignore my moral compass screaming at me to tell her we have to cancel the appointment.
I blatantly ignore her wide brown eyes when she notices me. How she hooks her slender fingers around the collar of her T-shirt nervously, trying to get some air in.
My cock strains against my zipper. I viciously pretend it’s not happening as I curl my lips in a welcoming smile. A predator’s grin.
It does, though, whether I like it or not.
Letting her in will be unethical as fuck.
As are my next words, knowing my next appointment doesn’t start for another hour and fifteen minutes. A whole lot of time to do anything I want to the timid creature who shifts on her feet in my clinic.
“No need, Vienna. We’ll fill out the form together. Ms. Bishop.” My arm gestures toward the door of my exam room.
Might as well be called the lion’s den.
“Please come in.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Theo
Hersneakersareonmy newly installed rug.
Her feminine, sensual frame is inside my pristine clinic.
Her rounded, intimidated gaze lands on me as she sits down in the chair in front of me, with only the antique oak desk separating us.
Without a single word, I know what she’s thinking. She remembers the night I had my tongue and my cock deep in her pussy. She’s anxious that the same man is about to have her legs spread on his exam table to examine her.
She thinks it’s a fucking terrible idea.
